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so... I've been working 40 hour weeks throwing pizza dough high in the air, spent weeks mastering my craft of rotating and gyrating the globby stuff into a near-perfect circle. fun stuff, pretty good pay, can't complain all-together. I do want to slip back into the grimy-fingernail rut of college, working the classrooms for grades and the hallways for phone numbers in my cleanest, sharpest a-game. I'm concerned though, that it'll just become a meaningless blur of half of a day. a rock has me beat in attention span. an igneous rock, that is.
i'm still on my chevro-LEGZzzzz... bus drivers recognize me when im pulling a fast one past them involving metro-transfers. that's no good.
i quit smoking pot... for a while, but i've taken a shine to occasionally eating it. i wanna learn some nifty recipes beyond the brownie niche.
....meanwhile the jazz artists that bounce from club to club on a weekly contingency basis (though jazid may be their resting pad of sorts) making love to their instruments and fingering their strings using cunnilingual tongues in their saxes and horns while bums still push their shopping carts as if window shopping the city streets of miami making palm-frong roses and reselling them at a buck a piece i swear that is a bum-survival trick of the trade well that and stealing bikes and fixing them up to resell and mewanwhile artistic primates that make favorable pure pop-aesthetic continue decorating these streets luring acres of high powered suits and gowns that wish to change this city's original flavor into a soho knockoff.
sparks is really the best invention of alcoholic marriage of late. its remnants still swirl in my head like tea leaves in a british cup of hot water at 4 in the afternoon.
work.
r.
i'm still on my chevro-LEGZzzzz... bus drivers recognize me when im pulling a fast one past them involving metro-transfers. that's no good.
i quit smoking pot... for a while, but i've taken a shine to occasionally eating it. i wanna learn some nifty recipes beyond the brownie niche.
....meanwhile the jazz artists that bounce from club to club on a weekly contingency basis (though jazid may be their resting pad of sorts) making love to their instruments and fingering their strings using cunnilingual tongues in their saxes and horns while bums still push their shopping carts as if window shopping the city streets of miami making palm-frong roses and reselling them at a buck a piece i swear that is a bum-survival trick of the trade well that and stealing bikes and fixing them up to resell and mewanwhile artistic primates that make favorable pure pop-aesthetic continue decorating these streets luring acres of high powered suits and gowns that wish to change this city's original flavor into a soho knockoff.
sparks is really the best invention of alcoholic marriage of late. its remnants still swirl in my head like tea leaves in a british cup of hot water at 4 in the afternoon.
work.
r.